The following are snippets of stories I wrote about a world I created...
In this world are many intelligent races. Elves, dwarves, dragons, humans, cat people, lizards, lycanthropes and many live in this world. So this is a piece of it. Enjoy. Not to be republished anywhere without my consent. If you have a comment, questions, requests, you can reach me at Facebook or if you don't Facebook you may reach me at [email protected]
In this world are many intelligent races. Elves, dwarves, dragons, humans, cat people, lizards, lycanthropes and many live in this world. So this is a piece of it. Enjoy. Not to be republished anywhere without my consent. If you have a comment, questions, requests, you can reach me at Facebook or if you don't Facebook you may reach me at [email protected]
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Witch of Shardazz
I stood there in the shelter provided by the boarded up doors of the abandoned shop, I saw her. A skinny waif dressed in rags. Not all that noticeable, she was ignored by the majority of adults that went about their business. Standing there alone watching the other kids play. Sometimes they'd notice her. Sometimes they'd look to hurt her. But then something makes them stop. She'd stand her ground with a furious look that makes them back away one by one. They turn tail and run. I’ve seen only one other creature do that, and I figured I should meet this kid.
I walked to the other side of the street, further down so unseen. I came behind her now, close enough to see her. Her arms are caked with grime, her clothes very dirty, smelly, she had no shelter, anyone can see that. I looked closer at the girl. She is a tiny thing. Her flame red hair is dirty and matted, but I can see her ears, they are large and pointed. Hidden mostly by that mop, but there, if you look for them. A wave of fear courses through me as her race becomes apparent. The grime on her limbs scarcely hides red-brown stripes. Her back, barley covered by a shawl, sported fine short fur and a tail twitched underneath the torn green dress. This child is Jendinki.
Panic over swept me before I gained control and remembered. If an adult human male got this close to a jendinki cub, he'd would dead before he saw the parent. I’ve seen them in battle; they are fierce even after centuries of taming. This girl is alone I can see that. I began to think that perhaps I could help her, teach her my useful skills; she would excel at thievery, maybe even surpass me, the idea of living in a house the high clean merchant streets filled my mind.. A great thief she would make, I doubted greatly that any one else here would give her nearly a respectable trade as that.
I took in a deep breath and talked to the girl. “Good day to you my lady.” She said nothing as she picked away at the chipping paint on the lamppost. I tried again. “Good day to you my lady” She turned to look at me with a look that could scare Barazz himself. “An’ what's so good aboot it?” She growled. I cleared my throat uneasily. For such a young girl, she has seems a bit untrusting, but then she was a street child. “Well I was thinking, why not come to the mission to eat with me?” I said quickly. “Feh” was her reply “Feh?” I asked. “They’d not let the likes me in. Are ya mad? That mission is run by Barazz’s priests; they’d sooner kill me then feed me.” She growled angrily. “Well I could disguise you as my daughter;" I reasoned "We both share the same hair color.” I tugged at my reddish hair. She was very unimpressed and responded like a tigress. “An how will that fool the dogs? I’ve tried to get in there. They use ‘em ta sniff me oot.” I felt chills running down my back. But I couldn’t give up. “Well I could bring food back, would you be here?” She pointed across the street. A young guardsmen was staring at us with a frown upon frowns. “I think he might have something ta say aboot it.” When I looked back to her, she wasn’t there.
I walked to the other side of the street, further down so unseen. I came behind her now, close enough to see her. Her arms are caked with grime, her clothes very dirty, smelly, she had no shelter, anyone can see that. I looked closer at the girl. She is a tiny thing. Her flame red hair is dirty and matted, but I can see her ears, they are large and pointed. Hidden mostly by that mop, but there, if you look for them. A wave of fear courses through me as her race becomes apparent. The grime on her limbs scarcely hides red-brown stripes. Her back, barley covered by a shawl, sported fine short fur and a tail twitched underneath the torn green dress. This child is Jendinki.
Panic over swept me before I gained control and remembered. If an adult human male got this close to a jendinki cub, he'd would dead before he saw the parent. I’ve seen them in battle; they are fierce even after centuries of taming. This girl is alone I can see that. I began to think that perhaps I could help her, teach her my useful skills; she would excel at thievery, maybe even surpass me, the idea of living in a house the high clean merchant streets filled my mind.. A great thief she would make, I doubted greatly that any one else here would give her nearly a respectable trade as that.
I took in a deep breath and talked to the girl. “Good day to you my lady.” She said nothing as she picked away at the chipping paint on the lamppost. I tried again. “Good day to you my lady” She turned to look at me with a look that could scare Barazz himself. “An’ what's so good aboot it?” She growled. I cleared my throat uneasily. For such a young girl, she has seems a bit untrusting, but then she was a street child. “Well I was thinking, why not come to the mission to eat with me?” I said quickly. “Feh” was her reply “Feh?” I asked. “They’d not let the likes me in. Are ya mad? That mission is run by Barazz’s priests; they’d sooner kill me then feed me.” She growled angrily. “Well I could disguise you as my daughter;" I reasoned "We both share the same hair color.” I tugged at my reddish hair. She was very unimpressed and responded like a tigress. “An how will that fool the dogs? I’ve tried to get in there. They use ‘em ta sniff me oot.” I felt chills running down my back. But I couldn’t give up. “Well I could bring food back, would you be here?” She pointed across the street. A young guardsmen was staring at us with a frown upon frowns. “I think he might have something ta say aboot it.” When I looked back to her, she wasn’t there.
Rouges
Further away in the high elf province of Two-Stones, Panthyis had long given up the hope of any sleep. His twin brother, of whom he had always been forced to share a room with, was reading those ridiculous scrolls and tomes again and for some reason Panthyis had never mastered the ability to sleep with a bright light on.
Aborealis had been researching legendary cait shee. Elvin cats of all types, always being his passion, he would eagerly read any history or studies he could on them. His study session was cut short when his brother waylaid him with a very firm pillow. "Damn it! We have to get up early. Put out the damn light and go to sleep!" He yelled. "I’m trying to get my masters in history!!!" Aborealis yelled back.
Their mother in the next room simply placed the pillow over her ears and counted the minutes until her two offspring would leave the nest. Their father who was reading in water closet listened to Borry's protests and Pan's cursing, wishing that they just got a cat instead.
"I knew I was in for it when the midwife said 'You’re having twins!!'" He grumbled. He went back to the sports section. The sounds had stopped, either one was dead, or Panny won again.
The next morning the twins said goodbye to their parents. Mother was fusing over the state of the boys clothes. Father was giving emergency money. "Remember this is emergency only, that means dragon attacks, flood, fire, war, famine, or the bloody apocalypse, not girls, books, or munchies.” he said firmly
"Don’t slouch, remember to change your underwear, I don't want to get a letter telling me, that you were in an accident and you weren't wearing clean under wear." She fussed wiping dirt off the now embarrassed Aborealis’s face with a cloth she had spit on for just that purpose.
"Mom, if I was in accident, I would like to think they would be more interested in saving my life rather peeking at my underwear." Panthyis groaned. The ferry arrived. The family hugged again and the boys were allowed to board. Mother stood there waving. "My little boys...” She began to cry. "Myrna, they’re gone." Father said. "They're gone." she whimpered. A look of joy crossed her face. "They're gone. Whoo-hoo!"
On the ferry Aborealis was over exuberant. He happily spouted off the histories of river paddle boats to Panthyis who responded to every sentence with "I don't care, I don't care, I don't care...."
"This is same paddle boat that ferried a troop of thousands to the battle of Coru. And the next stop is Tomalle. The city was a major citadel of the grey elves. The birth place of the jendinki...."
"Good if we leave you there, you'll be happy won't you?" Panthyis said smugly.
"My classes are allowing me to take field trips here." Aborealis said frowning a little. The sarcasm was not lost on him and he was getting the urge to find his heaviest tome and hit his brother.
"Which means I won’t see you for a couple days, maybe weeks?" Panthyis smiled brightly. His brother stormed offstormed off.
After some time they stopped in Tomalle. About fifteen new students boarded. One boy with white-gold hair and dressed in black did a little dance, several kids laughed including two small boys and their parents on the docks. Aborealis figured they were the dancing boy's family. The boy came over and leaned over the rail. He yelled at another boy on the shore. "Hey, Jenkins!” he drew in a deep breath, stuck his tongue out and made a rude sound. Jenkins scowled. "That yer bully?" Aborealis asked. The boy smiled still eying the elf on shore. "More like a three time loser!" he yelled the last part for Jenkins to hear. Jenkins made a run for the ship, but changed his mind when the boy's mother charged toward him. The boys on the ferry laughed. "I'm Aborealis Moonwort" He offered his hand. "Dartino" the boy said. Aborealis 's eyes widened.
"The Dartino?! As in The clan of the jendinki? " He asked with so much enthusiasm he drew onlookers including his brother who eye-rolled and pretended not to know him. "I had been studying that for ages. Please you have to tell everything you know. I'm missing so much information. Why did the jendinki turn on the elves? Is there a connection between the Dragon that destroyed Tomalle, and the jendinki disappearance? What curse did the gods lay on the Greys?"
“Hey whoa,” Dartino said "Look, I really don't wanna talk about jendinki ever. My family had enough problems from the grey elves over that." He picked up his bag and walked away. He looked back at boy; Aborealis looked back over at Tomalle with a sigh. Kelwyn thought to him self, He’d be alright if he wasn't so damn pushy.
Aborealis had been researching legendary cait shee. Elvin cats of all types, always being his passion, he would eagerly read any history or studies he could on them. His study session was cut short when his brother waylaid him with a very firm pillow. "Damn it! We have to get up early. Put out the damn light and go to sleep!" He yelled. "I’m trying to get my masters in history!!!" Aborealis yelled back.
Their mother in the next room simply placed the pillow over her ears and counted the minutes until her two offspring would leave the nest. Their father who was reading in water closet listened to Borry's protests and Pan's cursing, wishing that they just got a cat instead.
"I knew I was in for it when the midwife said 'You’re having twins!!'" He grumbled. He went back to the sports section. The sounds had stopped, either one was dead, or Panny won again.
The next morning the twins said goodbye to their parents. Mother was fusing over the state of the boys clothes. Father was giving emergency money. "Remember this is emergency only, that means dragon attacks, flood, fire, war, famine, or the bloody apocalypse, not girls, books, or munchies.” he said firmly
"Don’t slouch, remember to change your underwear, I don't want to get a letter telling me, that you were in an accident and you weren't wearing clean under wear." She fussed wiping dirt off the now embarrassed Aborealis’s face with a cloth she had spit on for just that purpose.
"Mom, if I was in accident, I would like to think they would be more interested in saving my life rather peeking at my underwear." Panthyis groaned. The ferry arrived. The family hugged again and the boys were allowed to board. Mother stood there waving. "My little boys...” She began to cry. "Myrna, they’re gone." Father said. "They're gone." she whimpered. A look of joy crossed her face. "They're gone. Whoo-hoo!"
On the ferry Aborealis was over exuberant. He happily spouted off the histories of river paddle boats to Panthyis who responded to every sentence with "I don't care, I don't care, I don't care...."
"This is same paddle boat that ferried a troop of thousands to the battle of Coru. And the next stop is Tomalle. The city was a major citadel of the grey elves. The birth place of the jendinki...."
"Good if we leave you there, you'll be happy won't you?" Panthyis said smugly.
"My classes are allowing me to take field trips here." Aborealis said frowning a little. The sarcasm was not lost on him and he was getting the urge to find his heaviest tome and hit his brother.
"Which means I won’t see you for a couple days, maybe weeks?" Panthyis smiled brightly. His brother stormed offstormed off.
After some time they stopped in Tomalle. About fifteen new students boarded. One boy with white-gold hair and dressed in black did a little dance, several kids laughed including two small boys and their parents on the docks. Aborealis figured they were the dancing boy's family. The boy came over and leaned over the rail. He yelled at another boy on the shore. "Hey, Jenkins!” he drew in a deep breath, stuck his tongue out and made a rude sound. Jenkins scowled. "That yer bully?" Aborealis asked. The boy smiled still eying the elf on shore. "More like a three time loser!" he yelled the last part for Jenkins to hear. Jenkins made a run for the ship, but changed his mind when the boy's mother charged toward him. The boys on the ferry laughed. "I'm Aborealis Moonwort" He offered his hand. "Dartino" the boy said. Aborealis 's eyes widened.
"The Dartino?! As in The clan of the jendinki? " He asked with so much enthusiasm he drew onlookers including his brother who eye-rolled and pretended not to know him. "I had been studying that for ages. Please you have to tell everything you know. I'm missing so much information. Why did the jendinki turn on the elves? Is there a connection between the Dragon that destroyed Tomalle, and the jendinki disappearance? What curse did the gods lay on the Greys?"
“Hey whoa,” Dartino said "Look, I really don't wanna talk about jendinki ever. My family had enough problems from the grey elves over that." He picked up his bag and walked away. He looked back at boy; Aborealis looked back over at Tomalle with a sigh. Kelwyn thought to him self, He’d be alright if he wasn't so damn pushy.